HIRED HELP
Chapter 27
Jennifer sat down to wait as Vicki left the house. Only a few
minutes passed before she became fidgety.
If I'm going to go all the way to a musical with him, I had
better learn how to maneuver in this, she thought to herself.
Besides, I want to make it to a mirror to see how I look.
It took her three tries to make it to her feet. The first two
times, she lost her balance and plopped back down on the couch.
Each step took her only a few inches forward. She had to
wriggle her ankles in an extremely tight circular motion to walk.
The nearest mirror was in her room, so she made that her destination.
She had never tried to walk in heels this high before, and her
toes and the balls of her feet were starting to ache. By the time
she reached her room, she just wanted to sit down and take the weight
off of her towering stiletto heeled feet.
Jennifer stopped and saw herself in the mirror. The strap
holding the hat in place looked tight. Her narrow waist and
contrasting full bustline was sure to be an attention grabber. The
shiny black satin of the dress covered her from neck to the floor.
The fact that the gloves were shiny black rubber was not obvious at a
first glance, but required a bit of staring to determine. The woman
staring back at her in the mirror did not look like a woman almost
completely helpless in bondage. Instead, she saw a woman dressed up
in formal attire, looking out demurely at the world.
Jennifer looked around the room and saw that the inflated
wedding gown and undergarments were still scattered around her room.
The mermaid outfit that she had taken from downstairs was also still
in her room. Damn! she thought. I would have liked to have cleaned
all of that up before Richard arrived.
The ache in her feet was starting to become unbearable.
Jennifer inched her way to the bed, and plopped down gracelessly when
she was close enough.
Jennifer had no idea what the passage of time was. When the
ache in her feet subsided, she decided that she had better return to
the living room, to greet Richard when he arrived.
Jennifer was only halfway there when she heard an automobile
driving up to the mansion. She tried to hurry, but nearly lost her
balance. A few inches a second was all that she could manage. Even
at that rate, she found that the movements took quite an exertion on
her part. As her breathing increased, she became acutely aware of
the ultratight corset that remained around her waist.
She was only a few feet from the couch when the door opened.
"Jennifer?" Richard called out before he had entered the house.
Jennifer tried to respond, but all that came out was a mumble.
Richard walked inside, and stopped in place when he saw her inching
forward towards him. "Jennifer? Where did you get that dress?" he
asked as he set his suitcase down.
She could only mumble again. Jennifer smiled at him, and
revealed her mouthpiece to him. Richard walked over to her, with a
smile forming on his face.
"I don't think this is quite appropriate uniform, but I think
that I like it," he said. Richard was now only inches away from her.
She could feel herself becoming wet under the dress, even though
there was nothing down there to stimulate her.
He touched her face with his fingers, then ran his hands down
her smooth satiny dress. They hesitated at the narrowest portion of
her waist, and felt the hard, ever so tight corset underneath. "I
see!" he exclaimed when he touched touched her rubber gloved hands.
Without any hesitation he reached down and pulled up her skirt.
What he saw must have met with his approval, because he was smiling
broadly when he let the skirt drop. "What a wonderful woman you
are!" he said, cupping her face with both of his hands and giving her
a long kiss.
Jennifer's heart was pounding after he did this to her. She
tried to say 'thank you', but again the gag reduced that to a mere
mumble. Richard gently guided her to the couch, then picked up his
suitcase and headed towards his room.
He stopped when he saw the tickets on the coffee table and
picked them up. "Two tickets... front row.. seating starts at six.
A limousine will be here at five thirty for us, as well." The smile
was gone from Richard's face, replaced by a stunned look. "How did
you know?" he asked as he looked at her.
Of course, Jennifer could not answer. Richard stared at her for
the longest time. Slowly, the stunned look faded. "You must have
had help getting into that. You must have had help getting it
*peroid*. Did Vicki help you?" he asked.
Jennifer nodded, and looked down briefly. When she looked back
up, Richard was smiling at her again. That look on his face mad her
feel weak and she trembled a bit. Jennifer was glad that she was
sitting down. She was sure that there was more than just a bit of
dampness between her legs now.
"Well, this will be a formal affair tonight," said Richard. "I
need to get dressed. This is an unexpected surprise! I see that
Vicki was doing something other than trying out the sex toys here!"
Richard disappeared from the room. When he returned, some
twenty minutes later, he was dressed in a white tuxedo, complete with
black tie, white top hat, white shoes, white gloves, and a white
walking cane. "Perhaps this is a bit of an anachronism," he said.
"But why not?"
Richard tucked the tickets into his pocket, and then sat down
next to her on the couch. "We have a few minutes to kill before the
limousine arrives," he said. "What can we possibly do to amuse
ourselves?
One white gloved hand slowly worked its way around her, while
the other went to her lap. After feeling the flesh of her legs
underneath, through the satin and rubber, Richard slid the hand
around and into the apparent pocket of the dress.
He put his gloved hand between her rubber encased legs.
Jennifer moaned, and wished that he would move his hand up, towards
her waiting pussy. Richard took his time, slowly sliding it up as
his other arm reached around her and fondled her breast through the
dress.
Finally, his gloved fingers brushed against her wet sex. She
moaned in ecstasy even when he was only teasing the outside. He
played with her down there, gently tugging on her pubic hair and only
slowly worked one of his fingers inside of her.
Jennifer moved her hips around as best she was able to. She
strained to spread her legs apart, to help him get inside of her.
The restraints above her knees and at her ankles held fast, and
allowed her to separate her thighs only an inch.
"You seem to be a bit wet down there," he said. "Did something
turn you on?"
*You* turn me on, you damn tease! thought Jennifer. Her cries
were muffled by her mouthpiece. She took her cuffed hands and pushed
them down onto her skirt, trying to push Richard's hand further
inside of her.
She suceeded for a brief moment, and brought his finger in
contact with her aching clitoris. But just a few seconds later,
Richard pulled his hand from out of her dress.
"I think that our ride is here," he said.
Jennifer moaned in frustration. Oh, god I want you!
He helped Jennifer to her feet. Ever so slowly, she walked
forward towards the door. Richard strode forward and opened the door
for her. "After you?" he said.
His eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way out of the
driveway. Jennifer gave him a long look as well. She would almost
bet that her juices were running down her rubber covered legs at that
very moment.
As Jennifer made her way through the doorway, the limousine
pulled up. Richard closed the door behind him as the driver of the
limo exited the car and opened up the long rear door.
Richard walked beside her as they made their way to the black
vehicle. When she made it to the car, Jennifer found it impossible
to step up into the car.
Richard solved the problem by reaching down and bodily picking
her up. She was caught completely by surprise by this. The swirl of
skirts revealed to the driver all of the rubber and restraits that
she now wore. The driver's eyebrows rose in surprise, but other than
that, he did not react.
Richard carefully carried her into the vehicle. The back was a
very luxurious semicircular seat, that could comfortably seat six.
He carefully placed her in the plush leather seats, then sat down
beside her. The driver closed the door behind them and slowly
started the limo along its way.
"I apologize for my rudeness," Richard said suddenly. "I
neglected to tell you how stunning you look tonight. That dress does
wonders for you. You look fabulous, Jennifer," he said, and gave her
another kiss on the lips.
Jennifer let out a feeble moan when he was done. She tried to
snuggle up closer to him, but she was already about as close as she
could get. As they rode, Richard's hand once again worked its way
through the slit in her dress and crept towards her soaked pussy.
A half of an hour of torturous teasing was Jennifer's fate. He
always seemed to know when she was close, and backed away. By the
time they were slowing down, Jennifer was panting against the
tightness of the corset and she was moaning with every available
exhalation.
"We're here," said Richard. They slowed to a stop. A minute
later, the door opened, and the driver stood there, waiting.
Richard exited first, but waited for her at the doorway.
Jennifer tried to slither forward, but could make little progress.
He leaned in and held her by the waist and shoulder. Jennifer
precariously made her way forward with her hobbled legs and seven
inch stiletto heeled feet. As she finally emerged from the car, her
skirt was raised enough to reveal the shoes beneath.
Several well dressed couples were lingering around, and now were
staring at her as she emerged. Jennifer felt a wave of heat come
across her face as they looked on. As Richard slowly led her
forward, the couples dispersed with some whispers, and headed towards
the main entrance to the theater.
Richard and Jennifer slowly followed in their footsteps. "Do
you need some assistance?" said a man dressed in uniform as they
neared the front counter.
"Just a little time, that's all," said Richard.
The man came toward them. "I can take your tickets if you
like." Richard showed him the tickets, and he reacted immediately.
"You can just follow me," he said.
Their pace was painfully slow. The sparsely populated theater
was becoming more and more crowded as they made their way down the
hall. By the time they entered the theater proper, almost a third of
the seats were occupied.
Jennifer was sure that they held the attention of more than
their fair share of guests. Richard had almost a proud look on his
face, as Jennifer slowly worked her way forwards in the heels and the
hobbles. All that the crowd could see was a tall woman dressed in
black satin, with a fabulous figure. No one complained that they
were taking so long to make it to their seats.
The usher patiently guided them to their seats. They were at
the very center of the front row, but not near an aisle. They had to
unseat an elderly couple as they made their way past. As the old man
stared at her, and mumbled, Jennifer saw the woman step on his foot.
As he stifled a cry of pain, the couple sat back down. Richard and
Jennifer found their appointed seats, and Richard helped her to sit
down before taking his own seats.
The theater continued to fill up. Within minutes, the entire
front row was filled. Jennifer found that there was a middle aged
woman on her side, with a like aged man one seat further down.
Richard, on the other hand, had a man in his early twenties as his
immediate neighbor. An attractive but older woman was a seat down
from him. All of the guests were dressed up formally, although none
had as stunning of a figure as Jennifer.
Jennifer found herself fidgeting. Richard put his hands on her
lap, but did not make any move for her 'pockets'. Instead, he took
ahold of her purse, and carefully unsnapped it. "What did you bring
with?" he asked.
She had no idea what was in her purse, so she looked down as
well. She saw, to her great surprise, a seven inch long dildo at the
surface, with other sex toys below it.
Jennifer turned beet red while Richard's smile grew so large
that she was wondering if his face was going to split in half. "You
did indeed come prepared for a night of entertainment," he said.
"You did indeed."
